normally

It’s incredible how beholden I am to the aspirations I had when I was a teenager. Sometimes I struggle to accept that version of myself as anything but a harsh critic. Looking at me today, I’ve hardly accomplished any of the things seventeen year old me wanted to do. But above all else, I’ve grown up to be painfully normal. I still haven’t slain a single dragon.

I really like normal though. I’m pretty sure normal is what comes before extraordinary. And even if I finally manage to do the extraordinary, I’d still like to just be normal.

For me, trying to be extraordinary often ends up being a moving target. It’s not advisable to build an identity around an adjective.